To Be Alive
by Dr. Margaret Siber
Early evening peace descends
Encompassing my being, my soul
Alive, to be alive
I watch the sun descending
Illuminating the rusted surface of the ocean
Soon, very soon the earth’s turn
Will hide the source of all life
Until morning.
A lazy yellow finch
Invisible in the gnarled black cherry tree
Sings an occasional short melody
Escorting the sun’s passage
Three elder ducks disrupt
The calm surface of the ocean
Splashing, playing, fading
Alive, to be alive.
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